Just when I felt bad enough about working all these hours lately, I get dissed by Skylar's classroom mom. She doesn't bother calling me to ask if we can bring snacks for the Halloween party Thursday.... she calls George to ask him. What a slap in the face. What woman would honestly call the DAD and expect him to remember the date and time and show up with snacks, too? I should just let her learn her lesson when George shows up with an opened package of Ritz crackers and a bag of M&M's from the pantry.
Anyone want to nominate me for Worst Mom of the Year?